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the celebrities. We didn't mind the wait, and seated as we were in the shelter of the fir trees with the low branches as a soft pillow for us, and our legs spread out in the warm sunshine, we enjoyed the prospect exceedingly. We watched the occasional blue cloaked French men, the gold braided and white crested other foreigners - we couldn't tell what they wore, the Japs in their almost barbaric colours with the fantastic plumes waving on their heads, and the set of five Indians in full dress - or rather feathers that renched from their heads clear to their heels - and our own officers in full regalia. The autos too were magnificent, some of them queer foreign cars. All about the reserved plat the ordinary mortals were thronging, in a tremendous crowd. It didn't seem any time at all before we heard the beating of the drums and then the slow music, the funeral march. That was the most impressive time of all as gradually the music came closer and the horsemen appeared The horses paced in slow time, the soldiers in their slow, measured tread, the black horses and the casket, and the long, long procession of fully armed men. The musicians ahead wound around to the other side of the Amphitheatre still playing but fainter, and gradually the play filled up, and all the soldiers stood at attention. 
About this time we were watching the platform away in the Amphitheatre. We saw the casket and the flowers in front of it, and the platform was filling up, Then the bugle sounded, and we saw the President take his place in front. It was perfectly quiet over that big crowd. Then the White vested choir that had been gathered outside one of the side entrances, started their processional chorus, and marched in. Then came the invocation and prayer. I never could believe such a crowd could be so quiet. By the aid of that magnovox we could hear every syllable. From across the Potomac at the Monument came the regular boomings of the cannon that fired every two minutes till the body was laid at rest. After this prayer, Weeks - looking very much like Faxon - introduced the President, and Harding gave his speech. We could see him fairly plainly, as well as hear him. Hi speech was short.. Then more singing and we decided it was time for us to be moving before the final exercises. We did watch for Foch [[strikethrough]] [[t?]] [[/strikethrough]] as he bestowed honors on the casket, but couldn't make out his fave, nor could we understand his foreign speechifying altho he tried to speak in English, Beatty and Dias were just as vague in form and speech, and the Rumaninan Checho-Slavic element too. We got a car home, but it seemed hours before we got across the bridge. There was a holdup, and during this we heard the last salutes, and could look up on the hillside and see the puffs of smoke and occasional flare of fire. We finally had to get out and walk the rest of the way across. The crowds were immense, and the autos jammed in too. I never saw such a mix-up. It was about this time that Sid and I got separated. Anyhow we did 't meet again till we had got clear up to G St. where we take the Riverdale cars home. I had begged a dime carfare from a fat policeman and was preparing to get home as I could. Then I saw Sid, looking very much worried. And cross when we did find me was no name for it. I think he could have eaten me up. But about 3 o'clock we arrived home, tired, and chilly. Mrs. B. saw us coming and sent up a hot stew for us. She is very good. And we rested up the rest of that afternoon with cups of hot tea and soup at intervals. I though I should never warm up again.